Shadows Behind Us

Part 1: Can't Accept the truth

    Hi guys!! My name is Scarlett and this is my first ever story. Please support me by joining my discord server: https://discord.gg/EaWH9rfZZk

The storm outside was relentless, hammering against the windows like it wanted in. Scarlett sat on the edge of the bed, the TV could barely be heard, staring at the clock. 1:24 AM. Her stomach twisted with every passing minutes.

The front door creaked open, and Hiromi stepped inside, eyes full of rage. His hair was plastered to his forehead, his shirt half-untucked. He threw his briefcase from across the hallway, paperwork's flying around. "FUCKING CO-WORKERS!" He yelled.

Scarlett flinched at the sudden yell, standing up from the bed. She walks towards Hiromi. "My love.. are you okay?" She asked gently, not wanting to cause more problem.

Hiromi's eyes snapped to her, his expression softening for a moment before hardening again. "No. Do I look fucking okay? HUH?!" He yelled.

Scarlett's heart ached at his rough words and tone. "Oh.. sorry." She said quietly, not expecting anymore yelling.

Hiromi's face was red with anger and his breathing heavy. "You too!? What did i do to deserved this today!?" He stepped closer, towering over you menacingly. "Say something, I dare you. Go on." He growled lowly.

Scarlett replied with a soft "No."

His hand shot out, grabbing her arm and pulling her up against him. His other hand went to her neck, squeezing lightly as he looked down at her with furious eyes. "Shut up and listen to me for once! I'm done being patient today! DONE!" His face inches away from yours.

Scarlett flinched, her tears was on the urge to fall, he tried to speak but her shaky voice preventing her to.

"You're the worst, you know that? I HATE YOU SO MUCH!" Hiromi yelled once more, his voice can be heard from the attic third floor. "I fucking hate you, Scarlett. YOU NEVER DO ANYTHING!"

Scarlett muttered a 'Sorry', thinking Hiromi wouldn't hear it, but it just made the argument worse. Hiromi released her neck suddenly, pushing her back roughly. "Sorry? YOU'RE FUCKING SORRY? THATS IT!?" He started pacing back and fourth aggressively. "You know what? Fuck this! FUCK YOU AND YOUR SORRIES!! You're a burden, useless, and everything negative! No wonder all boys hate you back in high school!"

Scarlett's heart was close to being broken by his words. He continued, "Yes, OH! You're a fucking loser! No wonder no one wants you!" He yelled louder, his voice echoing in the room. He was on a roll now, all his pent-up anger and frustration coming out. "You know what else? You're ugly!" He snapped suddenly.

         He suddenly lunged forward, grabbing her by the collar of her shirt and slamming her against the wall. His face was inches away from yours, spit flying as he yelled into your face. "I NEED A FUCKING DIVORCE RIGHT NOW!!"

          Scarlett couldn't take it no more. She yelled back at him. "THEN FUCKING DO IT!" She pushed him, catching him off guard.

          He stumbled back slightly from her push, shock and anger flashing across his face. He hadn't expected her to fight back verbally or physically. His hand immediately flew up to slap her, but paused mid-air as reality hit him—he was actually considering hitting his wife.